Internal Affairs
Sasha Spielberg
And you call off the rest of your internal affairs
How can I leave when you're still there
With a heart on your sleeve like it's a stain
And you always announce that you're going somewhere far
How can I know that it's that far
When you're so close to me it hurts sometimes
And I will love you mad
The maddest of all mad
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
And we'll miss the eclipse but we'll say we saw it clear
Clearer than lipstick on a mirror
In the reddest of hues like blood moon beams
I will love you mad
The maddest of all mad
And I will love you mad
The maddest of all mad
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh